Dec
26th
Mon
26th
Vegas reading.
Sep
15th
Thu
15th
Aug
8th
Mon
8th
Five Spot After Dark - Curtis Fuller
Aug
7th
Sun
7th
Daydream, delusion, limousine, eyelash / Oh baby, with your pretty face / Drop a tear in my wineglass / Look at those big eyes / See what you mean to me / Sweetcakes and milkshakes / I’m a delusion angel / I’m a fantasy parade / I want you to know what I think / Don’t want you to guess anymore / You have no idea where I came from / We have no idea where we’re going / Lodged in life / Like branches in a river / Flowing downstream / Caught in the current / I’ll carry you / You’ll carry me / That’s how it could be / Don’t you know me? / Don’t you know me by now?
— David Jewell
Jul
4th
Mon
4th
[Flash 9 is required to listen to audio.]
Death Cab for Cutie - Pictures in an Exhibition
Polyurethane people with their glass hearts
Jul
3rd
Sun
3rd
And it came to me then. That we were wonderful traveling companions, but in the end no more than lonely lumps of metal on their own separate orbits. From far off they look like beautiful shooting stars, but in reality they’re nothing more than prisons, where each of us is locked up alone, going nowhere. When the orbits of these two satellites of ours happened to cross paths, we could be together. Maybe even open our hearts to each other. But that was only for the briefest moment. In the next instant we’d be in absolute solitude. Until we burned up and became nothing.
— Haruki Murakami, from Sputnik Sweetheart
